Li Suzhi reported the disaster and soon left and went to the fire scene to command.

Of course, Han Gang knew that he should still stay in the city protected by the city walls, instead of going to the fire site seriously.

Now there is a lack of adequate means of extinguishing fires, morale is very low, and the officials who are hiding behind are separated from each other in terms of command, not to mention the relationship of trust with their subordinates.

The reason why he was able to change the appointment of Empress Xiang to raise the Taiji Temple and change it to the right to know Kaifeng Mansion was because of his experience—he had served two prefects of Kaifeng—and he was also able to reconcile the internal and external affairs of Beijing. Before today, there were not many objections to the appointment, and he did well.

But now in an emergency, his disadvantage is highlighted. He is too old to command fires efficiently and quickly. The talent for dealing with earthquakes in the Yingzhou Zhizhou location seems to have been worn out with time.

Everyone in the hall knew in their hearts that Li Suzhi's time in Kaifeng Mansion was running out.

If there were no large number of casualties, Li Suzhi's position might still be kept, and the imperial court would also leave him a decent old minister. The coal-fired field, which has only now been ignited, is another group of casualties. The number of people has not yet been counted, but the number is by no means small. Even if the fire was successfully extinguished later, it would be difficult for Li Suzhi to escape responsibility - someone would always come out to take responsibility for such a large casualty and loss.

Moreover, from one coal field to the second, the fire is not only as simple as doubling, the area that needs to be protected has expanded several times, and the manpower that needs to be deployed has also increased several times. Can Li Suzhi control such a fire, and who would dare to pack tickets for him now among the Zaifu who are now in the Chongzheng Palace? Some people have even come out and said that they are going to change their horses.

"Your Highness." Han Jiang came out of the class and said: "Li Suzhi is old and lacks energy. When the party is playing right, the disorder of the performance has been seen. Among the ministers, the good ministers were still selected to command the fire, and Li Suzhi returned to the town. ”

"Is there a candidate in the heart of the prime minister?"

"Not yet." Han Jiang shook his head without shame, "But there are countless good ministers in the court, and there are many important ministers who are known for their prestige and ability, and His Highness can choose from them." ”

As he spoke, the prime minister glanced at Han Gang.

Han Gang was looking at Han Jiang, meeting his gaze. Suddenly, Han Gang's brows furrowed. What Han Jiang said was that he wanted to stand up and recommend himself? By the way, keep Li Suzhi? It's just that he thought about it for a while and felt that it didn't hurt, and it was difficult for the imperial court to find someone for a while now.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for anyone to step up at this time and accept the order in danger. If the stall is smashed in his hands, he will have to pocket the bottom. At a critical juncture, how many people are willing to go to the soup - now it's really going to be a fire! Sparks drift in the wind, and there is a chance that all over the city will be ignited. Not to mention, the town's fireworks are the next dispatch of officials who have not entered the stream, which important minister is willing to do such a thing? Maybe it will become a tool for petty officials to fight for a higher position, rather than a normal fire extinguishing.

Thinking of this, Han Gang's heart was firm. Rather than letting unreliable officials command, he felt that he could feel at ease by going out on his own. As for the issue of face, Han Gang didn't care about it yet.

"How is Shen Kuo?" It was not Han Gang who spoke, but Cai Qu. Before Han Gang stood up, Cai did put forward the suitable candidate in his heart, "There will be no shortage of talent, and ability and experience are more than enough." However, the dignified bachelor of Hanlin can't just be a fireworks. It is only right for him to know Kaifeng Mansion, and it is more convenient to mobilize manpower. ”

Hanlin Bachelor and Governor of Kaifeng Mansion, only the title of Zhizhi is to be removed, but his status has risen a lot, and he is almost the ruler of the two mansions. Han Gang believed that with Shen Kuo's character, he would never refuse such an appointment

Those who have known Kaifeng Mansion in the past dynasties are all capable ministers carefully selected by the imperial court. Li Suzhi is no exception, but he now lacks the ability to be in danger and lack sufficient knowledge, and he is far inferior to Shen Kuo, who has sufficient practical experience.

Shen Kuo was not very valued in the position of the Hanlin Bachelor, but he was on duty as usual to draft the edict. As for the task of preparing for counseling, Empress Xiang never used him. Therefore, Shen Kuo has a lot of leisure time, and he can always devote most of his energy to the journal Nature. Once he took office in Kaifeng Mansion, he didn't have that free time, which really made Han Gang feel regretful. But he can be reused, and Han Gang is happy to see it.

Han Gang nodded and echoed: "Shen Kuo is talented, if he can take office immediately, he should be able to make up for the urgent tasks at hand." ”

With the cooperation of Cai Qu and Han Gang, Xiang did not have any objections to the queen, and directly pointed to the attendant on the side: "Song Yongchen, quickly go to recruit Shen Kuo to the palace." ”

Song Yongchen responded, and was ordered to find Shen Kuo, and there was nothing in the hall for a while, and it was quiet.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke, and the incense burner that usually made the incense smoke in the temple rich in smoke became unbearable when it was mixed with coal smoke.

Bathed in such air, Han Gang felt an itch in his throat, and he couldn't help but want to cough. However, it was really not suitable for such a reaction in the Chongzheng Palace, so he could only suppress himself and wait for the excitement to gradually subside.

Suddenly, there was a cough in front of the screen, but it was forcibly suppressed.

"Official! It's all right, is it? ”

The voice from behind the curtain was very nervous, Zhao Xugui was the son of heaven, and coughing was a big problem.

Zhao Xu was polite: "After returning to his mother, the child has nothing to do." "Just talking with a cough.

"Xuanhui, the official family is feeling smoke outside, and he has been coughing all the time, is there a good way?"

Zhao Xu was completely coughed by the foul air. Han Gang looked outside in embarrassment, as long as the fire was still unabated, the air in this city would not be clean.

Xiang Empress is embarrassed, it's time to make an air purifier?

Han Gang complained bitterly in his heart, thought about it, and gave a solution that was not a solution, "Soak the single-layer mask in water and cover the mouth and nose, maybe you can isolate a little smoke." However, it is cold in the hall, and the mask is wet, so it will be very uncomfortable to wear. ”

"If you hear it, don't you do it quickly." Empress Xiang didn't wait for Han Gang to finish speaking, so she reprimanded the attendants around her and asked them to hurry up and prepare masks according to Han Gang's advice.

Soon, Zhao Xu put on a wet mask and felt much better, but the mask was cold in a short time, and the cold and wet feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Empress Xiang also felt this, "The official family should go down first." Go and visit your father. ”

"Erchen understands."

Zhao Xu left in response, and after a while, he arrived at the Funing Palace, and said, "The ash outside has come in, close the doors and windows tightly." He walked into the inner room where Zhao Ji was lying.

The deep palace is cold and the towering palace has a magnificent appearance, but it is completely unsuitable for habitation. Fortunately, Zhao used a new bed, so the heat did not dissipate too quickly.

The newly built large bed has pillars, doors, and thresholds, like a bed and a room. It is called the eight-step bed, and it is claimed that there are eight steps in both vertical and horizontal directions. I don't know when it became popular in Beijing,

Zhao Ji was paralyzed in bed, and people came in and out of his ward, and he always inevitably brought a few mosquitoes in. No matter how many palace people serve around, it is inevitable that there will be a hundred secrets.

Although he was bitten on the face by mosquitoes only twice, it was too much for a former emperor and the current emperor.

So soon, Funing Palace was replaced with such a large bed that could separate the inside and outside. Wooden planks are nailed on three sides, mosquito nets are placed on the front, and a gauze curtain is separated, making it difficult for mosquitoes outside to come in again. Now that it was winter again, the gauze tent had been replaced with heavy felt.

On weekdays, in order to hear the movement of the inner room, the small door leading to the outer room always leaves a slit, but now it is more convenient to have an eight-step bed, leaving two people to watch the night by the bed, and the rest can sleep outside.

Zhao Xu saluted Zhao Xuan with a glance, and Zhao Xuan also lightly drew a few strokes on the sand table, which was regarded as a response.

For Empress Xiang, Zhao Ji has never written anything other than good. Only when communicating with my son will I write more.

Zhao Xu walked to the side of the bed, looked at his father for a while, and suddenly turned his head to ask the imperial doctor.

"Imperial Doctor Lu, is my father coughing?"

Zhao Ji looked like he was coughing, but his breath was faint, and his voice was extremely inconspicuous. But the palace maid who took care of him, as well as the Hanlin medical officer, served left and right every day, and soon noticed that the undulating rhythm of Zhao Ji's chest was wrong. But they can't help it, they are helpless.

The high-grade tribute charcoal has only very little smoke, and the stove is carefully designed, and the smoke will pass through the pipe into the water, and after it comes out, it becomes clean and refreshing. But now the air in the whole city of Tokyo is coming out of a chimney, and where is the water to wash away the smoke?

"Father, are you coughing uncomfortably?" Zhao Xu lay on the side of the bed and asked nervously.

Zhao Ji blinked, but didn't use his fingers to give a direct answer.

"With a mask. After soaking in water, bring it to your father! Zhao Xu said immediately.

Imperial Physician Lu hurriedly stopped the attendant who knelt down to receive the order, and said to Zhao Xu, "Official, the emperor will be out of breath in this way." ”

"I'm only using it!" Zhao Xu raised his head and said.

The attendant who came over with Zhao Xu also said, "Imperial Doctor Lu, this is the recipe that Han Xuanhui just entered to avoid smoke." ”

"Official's Wisdom." Imperial Physician Lu said bluntly: "The emperor has been sick for a long time and can't move, and now his breath is extremely weak, even a piece of yarn will not breathe." It's not the same as the official family. ”

Zhao Xu was stumped. Frowning, he was young and couldn't think of a way.

"Why don't you ask Han Xuanhui?" One person proposed.

Zhao Xu's brows tightened, and he didn't say anything, but said: "Tighten the tent, don't let the wind in." ”

Although Zhao Xu is young, he is already a little majestic when he is dressed as the Son of Heaven. Immediately, a few people came and suppressed the cracks in the tent to prevent the cold from entering the bed with the stove.